Friday, May 22, 2015

ferric thesis exclamation

 "As the Dalai Lama says, 'If you think you are too small to make a difference, try sleeping with a mosquito!' " (Yulanda Faris)

Tiebele patterning-  how much do we love this!!!

And a collection of the ugliest babies in history, with thanks to THIS SITE where there are lots more!

I thought we were forgotten by our Real Estate folks, haven't heard a peep since early April, but they called yesterday out of the blue to set up an appointment for today.  That meant I had to get the car-full of crap unloaded at the studio, come back for the dogs, take them to the studio, somehow clean the house and be out of here by 9 AM.  I did it!  Yea me.  The skinny is that the guy loved the house, but alas, his wife will have to come back this summer, if she is able, to OK it.  I cannot believe how many times I've heard that same sad story.  Anyway I was busy making my domestic mess tonight and they called again for an appointment tomorrow.  So I've spent even more time polishing up surfaces, vacuuming up crumbs, and getting rid of the stuff of life.  And of course I have to take my dogs back to the studio until they leave.  Aaarugh.  Once I get into the new house I swear I am never going to pick up so much as a newspaper for months.

So this afternoon I went to buy new ink for my photo printer, the wide body.  I searched and searched, got inks for the non-archival printer, but they had nothing for the 2880.  Apparently it is obsolescent now.  I bought two sets of the dye inks but I really need the pigment inks for the printer I use for fabric.  Have to go look to the source, but I already have $300 invested in inks for the not-favorite printer JUST IN CASE that goes out of favor too.  Drat.
The got me comin' and goin'.

Good thing I got some Moscow Mule cups today, eh? My new favorite drink.  I got the cups and had to send TY out for the mixin's!  He got a huge bag of tiny Key limes, enough for several months of Moscow Mules!   Now he wants more cups so I will go on a hunt of all the Home Goods and TJ's in the area.  

Wednesday, May 20, 2015

excise nave awesome

 "Mine is the horny hand of toil." (John Singer Sargent)

Back to Lego today!  

These Lego sculptures were in Philadelphia at the Franklin Institute

A sculpture by Sayeh Sarfaraz titled “D pour Démocratie” (“D for Democracy,” 2015) that is part of Montreal’s annual public art festival Aires Libres, was attacked by vandals. The giant statue, made to resemble a green-cloaked, democracy-spreading Lego superhero, had its right arm violently amputated last week.

SO this morning I was out admiring my favorite orchid that seems to be thriving in spite of my ignoring it, when I heard a scratch scratch at the garage door (deja vu!)
 Yup, the turtle was back, this time trying to break into the garage.  Yup, SAME turtle!  I have no idea how he found his way back to me because I took him a block away to 'rescue' him two days ago.  He likes us.
I left him to discover how futile his scratching is, and a bit later took some trash out for pickup and he was gone.

He had worked his way under the gate to the courtyard coming in, no matter what!

Confronted by the trusty guard dogs, bark bark bark.  He pulled his head in but not for long, he thinks he's home.  He's a very wrong turtle.  His name is Erroneous from now on, I'll call him Error for short.

The end of my pets for life barking at a guy who wants to stay and be #3.  I went and found the lunch cooler again, nudged him in again, took him off to the tulley weeds again, and pushed him out into a nice little glade full of bugs.  I betcha we haven't seen the last of him.

As a parting shot, go read  The Borowitz Report today, all about these nice guys:

That's all for today-  we went to the outlet mall today and I am beat.  We did manage to find a couple of things for the house which are now all piled in my car to take to the studio.  And you know how I feel about that...  The big piece we bought is coming next week in a truck.  Cash delivery.  Hope he carries it in for me- I so hate having to play the Old Lady card but I'm not above it.

Monday, May 18, 2015

mullion thousandfold sawfly

"Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn't impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, 
I escape, one way or another. No more walls.” 

warning:  this video is very long-  12 minutes- and nothing happens,  Still, stay and watch to the end if you don't have anything pressing to do.  He is worth it for jangled nerves.


Yesterday was my Wild Kingdom Day around here-  I was sitting inside when TY left the house to go somewhere but in a few seconds he started honking in the driveway.  HONK HONK HONK HONK.  I finally got up to see what he wanted and he pointed to a big ole turtle in the road-  he must have run over it right in the center of his car because he was just starting to poke his head out again when he saw me.  OK, so I hadn't combed my hair yet but really???  Finally I got a soft lunch cooler from the garage and kind of pushed and wiggled him into it and carried him over to the pond where I found a nice comfy glade of trees with lots of shade, plenty of bugs and 2' from water if that was when he needed. And again I pushed and lifted him out and away he went.  I waited a minute and the damn turtle had apparently sprinted around a bush and was coming back out of his perfect habitat back into the spikey grass and hot sun.  So, that was it for turtle rescue.  You know the ole saying-
You can take a turtle to water but you can't make him drink.

So last night at midnight I took the dogs out for a final pee before bed and on the way back in there was THIS crawling down my wall in the courtyard:
I know you banana slug natives won't be impressed but in 20 some years here I've never seen a single slug, this is the first and I am shocked at his size-  my own fat finger for comparison-  this was a point where he was all gathered up into short-fat presentation, as he slid along there was also long-skinny mode where he was longer than any of my fingers.  Doesn't he look like a pickle?  I didn't perform any rescue, was too busy with the Portrait.  
BTW, the wrinkly orange background is the side of my garage, NOT my thigh.

Today is also about fiber art, but fiber made of paper and leaves.  Proceed~
Crystal Wagner‘s immersive installations are attractively textured, instantly eye catching, elegantly dramatic, and undeniably wonderful. She carefully arranges pieces of paper bought from office stores into organic explosions of florescent color. She invites visitors to walk through and navigate her neon universe of oceanic waves, throbbing bubbles, and swollen mountains.

artist Kay Sekimachi was struck by a quote from her teacher Trude Guermon-prez: “Try to make something with the simplest of means.” Over the span of her sixty-year art career Sekimachi took the words to heart as she rose to the forefront of contemporary fiber art in the 60s and 70s by creating challenging artworks with extremely limited means. Leaves, hornet’s nest paper, grass, shells, and linen constitute many of the materials in Sekimachi’s repertoire. 

I need to practice my calligraphy again.  Used to love it and even designed a logo for a jewelry store years ago.  'F'" words are really fun to make...

cairn blonde adoption

"I went to the library. 
They gave you books for nothing. 
You had to bring them back, but when you did, they let you take others." 
(Barbara Cohen)

 Please note the hairy legs and wrists if you're not too mesmerized by the tail.  This is what I look like under the loose skin.  I just know it.

Okey Dokey-  not much happening in Florida today, people are either laying low or they have gone back to the Cape like there is no where else to be but those two choices.  June is not ideal yet up north, I don't miss anything but the lilacs and daffodils and that hardly seems worth the flight.  I guess I didn't mention that the condo sold in three days over the asking price so we only have a place to stay as long as we are cleaning it out.  We'll be sending a load down to FL when that happens, but since the house won't be ready for months now we aren't in a hurry to divide and conquer.  We still don't have a new small condo so that stuff will have to go into storage until we do.  TY can't cut the ties and he finally announced that he doesn't like to 'travel with luggage' -  doesn't seem like enough of a reason to buy another condo, does it?  Sigh.  My argument is that we could do extended stays in the Ritz more cheaply than owning a condo.  We'll see what the next move is.

I hadn't been to the new place Thurs or Fri last week and the elves have been busy-  they installed the water controls in the guest baths and the holes are way too big in the tile so at least one has to be replaced, maybe two.   There is also a giant meter with electrical outlets on a post in the middle of the soon-to-be-driveway.  Maybe to supply their saws?  I dunno, but I DO know that my driveway doesn't need a socket 8 feet in the air.  The beams have been put in the lanai and it looks great-  I was worried about some of the gaps in the wood, but they are all covered now-  it pays to wait it out and have confidence that these guys are really trying to do a great house so no need to question every single thing.  And I guess that's about it house-wise.


So, I'm taking you to CAKES first theme-wise, then to Food Assemblage (!).

In a meditation on beauty and impermanence, Buddhist monks spend days creating intricate sand mandalas that will be wiped away once completed. Chef Stephen McCarty does that with cakes. His artful creations, made under the name Sukhavati Raw Desserts, are made from vegan ingredients and decorated with exquisite hand-drawn mandalas that like their ancient counterparts will be gone within days. These, of course, will be joyously eaten.  For more delicious inspiration, give McCarty a follow on Instagram.

Who on earth would want to eat this?

German artist Martin Roller constructs assemblages of objects in hilarious and astonishing ways in his body of work. Taking found object from the streets of Berlin, he photographs interesting mash-ups of everyday objects and remnants of trash, transforming their original function. 

And finally, a little message to those teachers who keep their info close to the vest.  That isn't teaching, that's tricking.  A teacher should tell you everything she knows and if you ask a question she can't answer, it's up to her to do the research and at least be able to tell you where to look for the answer.  My first class back in the late '70's was taught by a teacher who didn't 'share' things except what she wanted us to know-  usually her own self-elevation. She turned me off to quilting for a few more years until I learned you COULD do whatever you wanted. 

 And of course I went to the Quilters Connection show and nearly had to be carted out on a stretcher I was so excited.  And away I went.  My next class, still in the 70's, was with a couple of teachers who poked and prodded me and made fun of my lack of confidence.  They practically stood over me with big needles threatening me to go for it.  They were Nancy Halpern and Rhoda Cohen tag teaming me, ganging up to force me away from the rules the first teacher drilled into me.  I thank them forever.  And the way I thank them is to use their generosity in my own classes.  Well, I don't teach any more, but I used to...  There are no secrets, there is an answer to everything, probably several answers.  No rules.  Now go!    

It seems to me that now that things are so technique driven and folks seem unwilling to experiment or MAKE A MISTAKE or seven, that they never really learn that there are none.  I call mine 'out-takes' and    they have their own large plastic bin I visit with every new piece because there is aways a chunk of some old thing that was hideous in it's former context, but it fits beautifully into what I need right now.  

Enough preachy stuff.  I have to go make bolognese-  here's the bottom line:         
Thanks Nancy and Rhoda, again!

Saturday, May 16, 2015

teeing permission cardiovascular

Interest in the changing seasons is a much happier state of mind 
than being hopelessly in love with spring.   George Santayana
So today I blasted home along I-95 and discovered how to use cruise control, I know, not a big deal, but I don't drive long distances in the car, or when I do, it's in traffic so I never even tried to use it.  I made one stop, but other than that raced back home to get the doggies.  They have been blissfully snoozing since they got home-  I think the Slammer barking keeps them busy and alert and they always come home exhausted.  
On the way home I decided that this was my last rodeo.  I think I've gotten beyond, or behind- I don't know- large groups of women.  I guess I am not good at the schmooze, and I know I don't have a friendly face even when I try to.  I really hate navigating these things alone.  Don't get me wrong-  I loved talking to everybody that talked to me, but the whole scene makes me quite uncomfortable being the introvert I am.  If I enter and if I get into next year's show I will visit for the opening and come home that night.  Really, the 2 hour drive isn't a big deal if you don't do anything else but go and return.

Basically what I need to do is get my ass in gear and get some studio work done.  The house is taking more energy that I ever anticipated, so when that's over in the fall I hope to return to my real life.  Meanwhile I'll putter along and do what I can but I am so looking forward to getting back to work.  These smaller shows are fine but I need to fry some bigger fish again. 

Meanwhile it's 8:30 and I am wanting to go to bed!  Guess I'm just old.

I have some flotsam today for ya-  the skin suits of a few famous guys, padded and polyurethaned to turn you into whatever it is you want to be:  Hulk, a Red Guy, or the basic skin suit that can morph into hundreds of muscle-y costumes.
 Flex Design Costumes has created an impressive collection of full-body muscle suits that range from lean to mega-sized muscle tones. If the Hulk-like Mega size is still too small, they also offer custom suits by request for taking anyone’s fake muscles beyond the extreme. The muscle suit are available to purchase, in a full range of colors, from their online store.

Hmmm, kind of reminds me of a giant Ken.

These embroidered car doors by Lithuanian textile artist Severija Incirauskaite-Kriauneviciene who has an enormous body of work involving stitched objects including bowls, irons, lamps and much more.